Just when Qing Chi's face was blue and red, Drift sighed, pulled Qing Chi into his arms, wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his head on Qing Chi's neck, and felt the cold fragrance that only belonged to her with satisfaction.

Qing looked at the drifting reaction with a grim face, and his tone was slightly panting: "Don't mess around, there will be another red warning that you will be banned." "She is no longer an innocent girl who doesn't understand anything, and naturally knows that he is forbearance now.

After hugging for a while, Drift sighed contentedly, rubbed it on Qing Chi's lips, and sighed lightly: "Qing Chi, do you believe in the destiny of heaven?" The wandering eyes were unexpectedly gentle, as if they were about to pinch out the water and let people drown in it. Qing Chi's heartbeat skipped a beat, but his mouth said casually: "Where will there be any destiny." ”

"The smaller the probability of something, once it happens, it will give people a sense of destiny. I never thought I would be interested in a woman. From curiosity to unconscious attention to inability to let go. I don't care about anything, but I can't help but care about you. I come from the Misty Continent, and I discern the tricks of the human heart, but I find that the treacherous mist is not as unpredictable as your mind. You are always like a cocoon, as long as you encounter emotional things, you will wrap yourself up and pretend not to care. You are strong and lonely, and I toss and turn day and night, rejoicing in your gains and losses. Drifting looked at Qing Chi seriously, pulled her hand and put it in front of his heart, and smiled in a low voice: "My heart is to like you." Sometimes I think that even if you like me so much, it is worth it for me to give you this life. ”

Qing Chi's nose was sour in an instant, and his heart trembled. She saw her own shadow in her wandering eyes.

It's not that she hasn't liked people, and the unforgettable and blind love in her last life is like a moth to a fire. Eating the marrow knows the taste, she naturally knows what it is like to hold that person in her heart. If she is still Bai Yingxiao, she may let go of love. But now Song Qingchi's body and his soul do not belong to the same time and space after all.

Will she, a Siberian butterfly from another time and space, really have a soul breakdown one day, as the strange "human" shopkeeper she met when she was dying, said? If you're going to experience a painful separation, it's better not to start.

The light in Qing Chi's eyes dimmed a little. She wasn't without feelings.

In fact, she is not so resistant to drifting, but will have some heartbeat. But that's it, you can't start easily.

"Don't be in a hurry to say no to me." Drifting noticed the change in Qing Chi and put his finger against her lips, "I just need to know, you don't hate me." Give me time, if you still can't open your heart......"

Qing Chi felt the hesitation in his words and raised his eyebrows: "Then what about you?" ”

The corners of his lips were hooked, and at that moment, Qing Chi felt a beam of light shining from him, and the deep eyes of the drifting ink flashed with incomparable perseverance and confidence, "There is nothing in the world that I can't do when I'm drifting!" ”

Qing Chi raised the corners of his lips high. Sure enough, she will never give up until she reaches her goal, this is the drift she knows. As soon as his heart warmed, Qing Chi suddenly raised his face to wrap his neck around his neck and bit his lip gently: "Perhaps, when you beat me in the individual competition, you can consider it." The wandering eyes lit up, hugged Qing Chi tightly and turned around, and chuckled in a mellow and magnetic voice: "Okay, a word is a deal." ”

In a courtyard in the suburbs, tall pine and bamboo block the white building, and it is quiet and silent. There is a faded red cross on the wall that looks like an abandoned hospital.

Inside the building, there is something on an electronic display screen the size of half a wall. A weakened figure sat in a chair, clenched his fists tightly, lifted his glasses, and narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. A middle-aged man in his 50s rocked his wheelchair into the door and saw the display.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses and pale skin that was a little sickly coughed violently and said softly, "X, you're here." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, his eyes were sharp, he glanced at the display screen, and scolded: "What a worthless thing!" Fang Yao stared at the display screen deadly, his body trembling slightly.

In the display screen, there is a scene of an underwater palace, which is very dreamy. In it, there was a huntress and a male priest dressed in black, hugging each other tightly and kissing deeply. Even, Fang Yao clearly saw the expression on Qing Chi's face. He had never seen such tenderness, shyness, and anger as he had ever seen. It can even be said that what he sees is always the other side of Qingchi, the lonely, unruly, indifferent and powerful huntress.

"What can I do? With my current body, I'm afraid I can't do anything. Fang Yao clenched his fists and slammed them on the table until his fingertips rubbed bloodshots. The middle-aged man glanced at him, "That's what you like?" The taste is still good, and this girl looks a little like Eve. ”

Fang Yao smiled sarcastically, "Didn't X also get that her?" Are you really convinced that your experiment will be successful? The middle-aged man snorted coldly and changed the subject: "Is there any result from the analysis data on brainwaves?" I remember you've been taking notes for a long time. Why don't you show me this girl? ”

Fang Yao was silent for a moment, and pulled up February Qingchi's brainwave data from the computer.

"The second version of the helmet performed much better than I had expected, and it was already able to stimulate the nerves of the human brain very accurately. This is all based on the maximum innovation that has been made in theory. When people are dreaming, why do they think that everything is reasonable and real? It is the product of the unconscious activity of the brain, as long as the brain nerve is reasonably stimulated, we can achieve the results we want, and similarly, based on the data transmitted by these brain waves, we can analyze the brain state of the person, and even the state of life. The white middle-aged man pushed his glasses, looked at the information transmitted by Fang Yao, and let out a curious voice: "Huh? ”

Fang Yao frowned a little nervously: "What's wrong?" The middle-aged man pointed to a certain curve chart: "She is very abnormal, you look at her brainwave data and the general data of tens of thousands of people, the gap between the peak-to-valley and the peak-to-peak value is too big, similar to our experimenter." ”

Fang Yao's eyes widened suddenly, he had never noticed this, and asked in a somewhat trembling voice, "Then, what is her situation?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, "She ...... It's not like a normal person. This condition is also rare in medicine, and the brain waves are extremely unstable, and according to this trend, it is estimated that they will die very early. Unless, you can keep her in this game world forever. ”

Fang Yao was silent: "Is there no other way?" ”

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and left silently.